“If I take off my sweater, you’re not allowed to call the police,” I informed him for reasons unknown. Rowan’s jaw stiffened, and there was a long pause before he finally nodded. I slowly took off my sweater, bunching it in my hands, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and small under his gaze. What I was expecting when he saw the bruises, I didn’t know. Maybe some kind of outburst. Swearing. More of the glowering, the glittering fury. But none of that came. Instead, an impossibly gentle, barely there touch ghosted over the skin of my upper arms. My body electrified under that touch. I was
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